Trembling surrounded by elves [Western Fantasy]

The Halima tribe is a very small ethnic group, with only over a hundred people. Because they only appear at night, most of the elves in the siege don't even know they exist. And Halima only has one clan rule, which is that she is absolutely not allowed to appear during the day.

"But the sun won't hurt us, or at least it won't kill us," he whispered close to Persimmon's ear like a thief, "I tried."

"Then why did you make this rule?"

Persimmon's whole eyes were glued to the grilled fish. Fortunately, they didn't light up the surrounding area, so she didn't look so rude.

"Hamelos, the benevolent god of light, once told the first leader of the Halima clan a prophecy. She said, 'If Halima appears during the day, the land at night will lose its light forever'... I can't remember clearly what happened next. .”

"What do you mean?" Persimmon didn't understand.

"I also do not understand."

"Don't think so much, maybe God just said it casually." Persimmon didn't take Hamelos, who was praised by everyone in the siege, seriously.

"No! Every word of the God of Light is truth and a supreme motto. You cannot slander God like this."

Persimmon was brought back to his senses by his pious and powerful voice. He immediately realized that he had said the wrong thing and quickly apologized to Coman.

The sleeping little tiger at his feet began to snore. The beautiful and gentle Sylvain was spotted by Halima's girls as soon as he arrived, and was dragged away to sing and dance around the campfire with them.

Their bodies were painted with luminous paints in various patterns, their hair was braided with luminous grass, and girls' short skirts and men's blouses were all decorated with tassels made of luminous gems. They really love everything that lights up at night.

"God...knows everything?" Persimmon suddenly felt confused.

It had been so many days and she still couldn't remember anything.

"Yes!" Coleman nodded vigorously, "God can see the past, predict the future, and control the destiny of all things in the world - God is everywhere."

"Then I want to find her and ask her where I came from and where I'm going."

Boyi stared at Persimmon.

"The fish is ready, Persimmon!" Coman handed the roasted golden and oily fish to Persimmon. She took it and handed it to Bo Yi who was standing aside.

Boyi didn't like the food, and the way Koman looked at the persimmons made him very unhappy. He pushed Persimmon away roughly.

"Then I'll eat it first." The persimmon bit into it happily, and the crispy and slightly charred skin revealed a mouthful of juicy and tender fish meat. Persimmon's eyes were filled with tears, and his face was red from holding back.

"What's wrong? Isn't it delicious?" Koeman asked.

"Hot!" She breathed out hot breath.

"Haha, you are so cute! I like you!" Koman simply couldn't take his eyes away from her.

The young man's frank and generous confession aroused Bo Yi's hostility, and he was even more annoyed when he saw the persimmons that were just devouring them. He angrily snatched the fish from Persimmon's hand.

"There's more here!" Coman looked at Bo Yi with a smile and raised the grilled fish in his hand, as if to demonstrate.

When the banquet came to an end, Persimmon walked out of the carnival crowd alone and put down two half-meter-long snake and fish meat in a quiet and deserted place. The grilled fish has been carefully shaved off the bones and placed on a wide palm leaf.

She shouted to the shadow, "Come out! You have been following me, don't you just want to eat?"

The hungry ghost slowly crawled out of the darkness. It pounced on the fish, picked them up with its hands and kept stuffing them into its mouth. After stuffing it, it tried to swallow the palm leaf containing the fish meat.

"That one needs to be returned to me." Persimmon said calmly, reaching out his hand to her.

Upon hearing this, the hungry ghost suddenly froze.

Persimmon said to the hungry ghost, "I saw Sylvain kept stuffing fruits into your arms yesterday. Have you eaten all of them?"

After listening to the story of the hungry ghost, Sylvain, a kind-hearted child, even knitted a bag half a person's height out of leaves, stuffed it full with fruits, and gave it to the hungry ghost.

But giving her more food would not help. Sylvain, who is simple-minded, does not understand that it is not the appetite that is hungry, but the heart that cannot be satisfied.

"I can teach you how to find food and ensure that you will never be hungry again, but you will eat edible things in the future and avoid these inedible things." Persimmon glanced at the hungry ghost who carefully walked out of the darkness. It was naked. The body is exposed to the moonlight.

Boyi once said that the spirit body represents the spiritual strength of an elf, but Persimmon feels that the appearance of elves shows their inner heart.

Despite risking everything for food and even abandoning their dignity, such hungry ghosts still retain their human form...perhaps because there is still a trace of perseverance in their hearts.

Facing such a weird and ugly guy, there was neither disgust nor sympathy in Persimmon's eyes.

She just looked at the hungry ghost deeply and said, "If a person gives up on herself, no one can save her."

The hungry ghost allowed the girl to pull the leaf away from her mouth.

When Persimmon returned, most of the Halima people had left. She didn't find Bo Yi and Sylvain, and the little tiger didn't know where he was, so he had to leave with the rest of the crowd. As we walked, they suddenly disappeared one by one. Without the luminous Halima, the night turned frighteningly black again.

Persimmon quickly ran forward a few steps.

Is it almost dawn? She comforted herself and walked towards the sensing crowd in the dark. Every second she spent in the dark was excruciating.

Suddenly she stepped on the ground and slipped into a cave underground.

When she saw the scene in front of her clearly, she was so ashamed that she wanted to poke her eyes out.

"Persimmon, you're late, Andre is mine!" Seeing Persimmon intruding, the enthusiastic and unrestrained Halima girl was not shy, but teased Persimmon generously. She sat on the boy's lap, her clothes had been taken off to her waist, revealing her seductive body. The two embraced each other, and the luminous patterns on their bodies were entangled with each other.

Persimmon lowered his head in panic, wishing he could bury his head in the soil, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it..."

"What are you doing!" Outside the cave, the furious Bo Yi grabbed the persimmon with his long arm, turned around and threw it into another empty underground cave.

"Didn't you see the albizzia flowers on the ground?" Bo Yi roared angrily at Persimmon.

This is the custom of the Halima people. After each sacrificial banquet, young men in the tribe who have no partners will leave first and wait in the underground "love nest". If the girl comes to the appointment as agreed, she will insert a sprig of albizia flower at the entrance of the cave to indicate that the cave has an owner, and Have fun in the "love nest" until the next dark night comes.

But Persimmon, who had just arrived, had no idea about this.

"I...I didn't see...I was looking for you and Sylvan..." Persimmon's mind was burning and dizzy.

Boyi's temper comes and goes quickly. He sat down next to Persimmon. The cave was not spacious. The two of them were almost arm-to-arm, breathing and feeling each other.

Persimmon shrank back involuntarily. But when she moved a little, Boyi's eyes filled with fire looked over at her, "What are you doing?"

"I didn't do anything, sir, I didn't do anything." She quietly put her head into her knees again, imagining that she was a watermelon worm.

Persimmon's ears were surprisingly good at this time. She listened to the sounds of her ears and temples rubbing together, and the soft and sensual words of love between her lovers. She felt that the blood all over her body was rushing to her head, and was about to burst out of her nose and mouth.

Staying with Bo Yi in a place where the Halima people do that kind of thing... Her body stiffened and her brain began to become confused. The man's hormonal scent hit her face, and she peeked at the man's fierce and handsome face with her peripheral vision...

Here and now, there are no enemies, no one wants to kill her, she has enough to eat and drink, and she is not afraid of starving to death... But why does she feel that she is in danger now?

The kind where the sheep enters the tiger's mouth and is delivered to your door.

"Sir, why don't you... find a more comfortable place to rest... I remember you like sleeping on trees?"

Feeling that the girl was hesitant to express her words, Boyi frowned, "What do you want to say?"

"Sir, I don't believe you are afraid of the dark. You insist on sleeping with me. Do you...do you really have an Oedipus complex?"

Sure enough, the persimmon lit up Bo Yi who was like a pack of dynamite. "Idiot, you are not worthy of being compared with my mother!" He rushed out of the cave and had gone far, but then he remembered something and turned back. He roughly tore off the albizia flower from the cave next to it and inserted it hard next to the persimmon's hole.

"This damn bastard!" She always had a way of making him furious.

This time he teased Bo Yi, but Persimmon was not very happy. She retreated into the innermost part of the cave, curled up and hugged herself tightly, but she couldn't fall asleep.

If she really can't find a way...she should go see the so-called god Hamelos. See if she really knows everything, and ask her how she controls other people's lives and writes their destinies.

For the next three days, Persimmon's mouth was full of oil, and he caroused all night long every night until the first light of dawn appeared. The hungry ghost also ate until his mouth was full of oil, and he also learned to obediently return the palm leaves containing the meat.

Sylvain rejected five or six girls who were interested in him, and the little tiger was almost bald.

Everyone was enjoying the fun to the fullest, except Bo Yi, who always had a dark face, which made Persimmon feel terrified.

But Persimmon knew it was time for them to leave.

That evening she just woke up and walked out of the cave when she saw Bo Yi lying on the tree trunk. "Bo Yi, have you seen Coleman?"

Boyi didn't even turn his head. He didn't know whether he was angry or didn't hear.

Persimmon had no choice but to ask others. Hearing that Coman went to the river to fish again, Persimmon took the torch and walked towards the river.

The river was rushing, and she shouted Coman's name loudly, but no one answered her for a long time. She thought maybe Coleman had gone back, so she turned back.

At this time, the torch could no longer hold up, and she ran back faster.

While running, Persimmon suddenly shivered in the hot summer night.

She seemed to have stepped on something... something soft.

She boldly stepped back and held a torch close to the ground to examine carefully. Suddenly she found a hand protruding from the ground shaking desperately in an attempt to attract her attention.

Persimmon took two steps back in fright, but the glowing ring on that hand was so familiar...

That seems to be Koeman's hand!

She hurriedly stepped forward and took hold of the hand, trying to rescue him.

Unexpectedly, the hard ground suddenly turned into a huge whirlpool, and a strong suction sucked her entire body in. But in an instant, the ground returned to smoothness, as if nothing had happened.

The torch fell to the ground and went out.